Look Within Yourself
Persistence is this
odd
thing.
It pushes us past our limits—
it is an unpresedence
of our capabilities.
It is fueled by a why
and produces a legacy.
It is beautiful, in nature.
Like how a bird may fly and soar,
and sing and chirp,
until it gets what it wants.
So, aren't we like that bird?
Don't we fly? and we soar?
Don't we sing? and don't we chirp?
our opinions, our thoughts, our dreams?
Why, yes—yes we do.
And yes, we are of nature.
And it is this persistence that we all have the potential to possess...
...that makes us infinite. Persistence... embodies us.
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